Your story reminded me of the time the boys I was nannying told their devout Catholic grandmother that we were praying for them because I had told them she didn't know Jesus and was going you know where. She was understandably extremely upset, and when it got back to me I was too. Especially because I never said anything of the kind. It took her a long time to believe that I thought well of her and that I wasn't worried about her afterlife plans. =) Children. Sometimes you want to put a stamp on their bums and mail them to the grandparents, and the next second you want to scoop them up and cover them in kisses.